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Originally Posted by Whiterook
OK soldiers...a simple concept here...this is called "15 Minutes of Your Time" and the object here is, we tell an interactive story through posts. When you start your first post, assume the role of a "character" in our story; Axis, Allies, Civies, Resistance, Bar Maid, whatever your little heart desires! But once you assume the character, that's it...keep it going until the conclusion of the story. Each of your posts needs to cover 15 minutes of Real Time. I will monitor it to keep it going, and end it when we get to that point of no return. Simple! React to other characters; attach yourself to their unit; fight against them; seduce them for vital info (but keep it clean children!); even tangent plots to the central story, but not too many so we don't get to confused. This is definitely an experiment, but I did one similar in which I infiltrated Dr. Evil's (remember him) layer. It was fun, and went on for a bit, surprisingly.
The Plot ans start of our story:
I'm Major Stanton, a Canadian paratrooper with the Bristish "Red Devil's" 1st Airborne Division. I'm in a plane flying covertly over Sicily, at the cold wind hits my face as I jump into the night. My mission is to infiltrate Castle Bella with my group of elites to liberate General Standish, held prisoner within the Castle, a POW facility for high ranking Allied prisoners. General Standish is a key player in the plans for the Invasion of Sicily, and was shot down on a Recce flight, of which he wasn't supposed to be on! Can we rescue the General before the Gestapo break him...if they haven't already?
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My name is Howard, Capt. John Howard SAS. How I came to be in league with these blokes I am unsure. Probably something to do with that recent unpleasantness in Tripoli - Brigadier General Smythe does not now, nor has he ever, posessed a sense of humor. At any rate, here I am. I report only to Major Stanton on this mission. He seems a decent enough fellow. As for the good Major and his unit, I know nothing of them and they know nothing of me.
Let's just say we have different objectives in this mission and leave it at that.
Beastly dark night! We'll all be lucky not to break our bloomin' necks in this ink! Stepping into the door I throw myself out of the captured JU-52 and tumble a split second before I hear my canopy "SNAP!" open, then that jerk, reassuring me that all was well with my chute packer today. Looking groundwards I can see nothing, not a glimmer of lantern, electric light nor star to be seen, nothing, just black.